you know what i give up i just fucking give up
shading can screw itself
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you know what i give up i just fucking give up
shading can screw itself
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(( > See new posts in the Sibrand tag
>giddy
> there’s deSable/Sibrand porn
>oh… oh ok… ;D
>Muse says NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.))
((Offically off hiatus, now!
I have a post in the works of those plot ideas.
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/tries to keep a straight face, but laughs, shaking her head/
That is the most creative excuse I’ve heard in a long time, Sibrand. /waves her hand/ Fine, don’t give me any rose, then. I’m disappointed.
I wasn’t making an excuse.
(via chasseur-saintprix)
/crosses her arms, not amused by his response/
Really.
-He eyes her, his jaw ticking ever so slightly.-
…Yes.
-He paused for a moment-
…Why take it from the bush when you can marvel it from where it blooms?
(via chasseur-saintprix)
…I-
Well? Where’s my rose?
…Still blooming with the rest of them, I suppose.
(via chasseur-saintprix)
((Sibrand ICly: HOW DOES I WOMEN I FORGOT
Sibrand OOCLY: DO ROSES EVEN GROW IN THE MIDDLE EAST? WAIT. SPACE TIME CONTINUUM.))
Yes, a rose. A red one, actually. /smiles at his reaction, slowly moving her hand from under his chin. She was playing, of course, but he didn’t needed to know…yet./ Unless you truly want me to slap the taste out of your mouth?
To be frank, Sibrand wasn’t one to raise his hand to a lady, lest she called for it. As in, she attacked him first (At least, when he was in a stable sort of mindset). Of course, his earlier twist of her wrist had been more defensive, and he hadn’t known it was her in the first place. But there was a look that flashed across his green eyes that dared her to try to follow through with her threat. It was short lived.
“At least you’re specific…” He muttered, a bare hint of amusement on the edge of his voice.
(Source: befuerchten, via chasseur-saintprix)
“Auf Wiedersehen (Goodbye)! That’s French!” - Doctor
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I… I don’t think…
Shhh
Shhhhhhh
No words.
